Memories, in every spoken word
Stories, in every piece of furnature
Truth, in every fallen tear
Pain, in every outdated picture
Memories creep with every crinkel of the paper
The smell of her house in every opened box
The dust is hers, or should be
She's in everything, but no where to be found
Laughter, in every old memory
Tears, in every dream of her
Hatrid, in every bad thought of her
Lies, in every word the uttered
I find myself crying when I remember her face
Recalling her laugh tears at my heart
Nothing is no longer hers
She's apart of it all, but can't be seen in them
Love, in every story we tell eachother
Tension, in every new family gathering
Color, in every person she ever touched
Beauty, in every photograph with her in it
I noticed I changed for her memory
Her home was my second
Every snowfall has her in it
We call changed for her memory
Memories, in every spoken word
Stories, in every peice of furnature
Truth, in every fallen tear
Pain, in every outdated picture |
